"I thought we were past this," he chuckled kissing her forehead, he was laying on the bed beside her, staring down at her form as she slept. He had decided that he could take a little time at her place; so they were still there. He had her hands cuffed to the headboard above her head and her feet were free. "You were so sweet when you were knocked out," he said running his hands down her bare stomach towards one of her most intimate places, she was laying motionless in nothing but her panties and bra.

She let out a groan feeling his hands running over her body, it had been going on all day. She was getting sicker by the moment, he kept feeding her medication followed by alcohol. She was trying her hardest to act like she was still asleep, she had her head turned to the other side not wanting to open her eyes and see him staring down at her with a sadistic smile that was permanently tattooed on his face.

She felt his fingers run along the band of her panties and let out a small whimper. "Come on, I know you are awake," he whispered into her ear, it took everything in her not to puke feeling his breath on her skin. "I know what will wake you up." He stood up and for a moment she was relieved... till she felt it.

She screamed out in pain feeling the scorching metal against her skin. "Please, stop! I'm awake!" She cried out.

Gasping and choking on her own cries she sat up in Elliot's bed. She stuck her hand under her shirt to feel the still healing scar, she remembered it like it had just happened. She could actually feel it start to burn, she could feel her skin ripping, tearing, breaking. She could smell her burning flesh, she could hear him laughing.

Her body was starting to shake with fear, pain, worry. Clutching her chest, she felt as though she was going to have a heart attack. Her heart was racing she was panting.

Laughing.

Laughing, terrorizing.

"Olivia, give me a smile," he laughed twisting the wire hanger against the skin on her abdomen, causing her to cry out again.

"No, no," she cried starting to fight him, though it wasn't him, it was Elliot.

"Hey, hey, it's me," he whispered trying to hold her hand but due to the thin sheet of sweat that was covering her body she kept slipping through his grasp.

"Don't please," she said in a pleading voice as tears rapidly slid down her cheeks.

"Olivia it's me, Elliot. I am not going to hurt you, please stop fighting me," he said a little louder, her cries were starting to get higher so he had to have a stronger voice than she did.

"El?" She asked in a gasping cry.

"It's me, I am not going to let anything happen to you," he said wrapping his arms around her, hearing her hiss from his tight hold but he knew it wasn't tight enough to tear any of her stitching or rip any of her bandages. He knew that this was she needed, to feel him, know that he was there. Feel his body pressed against hers, not some sadistic bastard.

"It was so real, El," she whispered crying into his chest as she clung to him. Fearing if she let go, none of this would be real. She was going to wake up with Lewis over her, in her. "I can feel it."

"Feel what Liv?" He asked rocking her back and forth kissing the top of her head.

"The scar on my side, it's burning," she whispered grabbing his hand and dragging it to the spot knowing that if he was going to have to find it, he would see all the other scars and not know which she was talking about.

"Can I turn on the light?" He whispered rubbing the scar slightly, he wasn't sure, but some of her burns were so severe that they had to be stitched. He didn't know if this was one of them and the burning she felt was from where the stitch ripped.

"You'll come back?" She asked quickly tightening her grip on him.

"I'm not going anywhere, I just want to turn the light on Liv," he said his heart breaking hearing the fear in her voice, he knew some of that was his fault. He left once and now she was in constant fear he would leave her again.

"Please come back," she said then taking a huge risk she let go of him, falling back against the headboard. She grabbed the closest pillow and clutched it to her chest and tightly closing her eyes. It was the middle of the night, she knew because it was still dark out. She couldn't help but wonder where Elliot was when she was having her panic attack and nightmare.

When the lights came on, she locked eyes with him and couldn't help but sob. Her body shaking as she cried, hard. "Oh Liv," he whispered crawling up to her on the bed, but she put her hand out.

"It's burning, I know for a fact it is burning!" She said frantically lifting her shirt and looking down at it, but it was just a bright pink color. Elliot was relieved that she hadn't ripped anything, the last thing she needed was to go to another hospital. It took her forever to get out of there and he knew she hated every moment of it.

"Look Liv," he said running his fingertips over it. "It's not burning, the memory was just so vivid," he tried to explain.

"Maybe," she whispered licking her dry lips and tasting her tears, reaching up she wiped her face. "I'm sorry I freaked out."

"Olivia stop apologizing," he said checking over the rest of her stomach wounds. "I would be worried if you didn't feel anything at all," he told her, he lowered her shirt back down before looking her in the eyes. "Can I?" He asked knowing she hated this part.

"Don't you have to?" She scoffed grabbing the top of her sweatpants and sliding them down over her hips, then laying back on the bed with her eyes closed softly.

He looked down at her legs letting out a sigh, he could see the goosebumps forming on them and wasn't sure if it was because she was cold or just shaking under his touch. He looked up at her face and knew that it was both. He knew that if he was going to be touching her he needed to talk to her so that she didn't think he was Lewis. That had already happened to many times.

Elliot had wished so many times that he would be able to see Olivia under him while he worshiped her, but right now, as she lay there bruised and broken he had a feeling that she was never going to let anyone get that kind of close to her again. He respected that, and would stop at nothing to make her happy again. He wanted so badly to be the one she trusts with her life, with her heart and soul.

"I was talking to Don," he told her pulling back the white bandage.

"Is that where you were?" She asked keeping her eyes closed and willing her body to relax, she knew it was Elliot but that didn't stop the fear that she felt all over her body.

"Yea, I was in the living room on the phone with him. He said that him and the guys all miss you."

As soon as he said this her eyes popped open and she sat up slightly on her elbows so that she could look at him. "I am not going back," she stated knowing that they just wanted her to come back to New York when fact was she was happy here, in California. Well she wasn't happy, but she felt was safe here with Elliot. New York would always be home to her and she will never be happy till she was back, but she didn't feel safe there anymore. She just needed some time away. Elliot made her feel safe and that's where she's going to be, with Elliot, until he couldn't stand her anymore.

"Nobody is making you do anything you don't want to do," he assured her, examining the stitching glad that they were still all intact and didn't look infected. He pressed the bandage back on, followed by a soft kiss and moved to the one on her other leg. He hated this one, right under the cut was an engraved word. Weak. He knew Olivia was anything other than weak. What weak person could endure what she had?

"I was asleep when he did that," Olivia confessed knowing what he was looking at, she seen it every time she took a bath. That word would haunt her for the rest of her life. Especially since it were true. "I didn't wake up till…" She closed her eyes and shook her head.

"You can tell me Olivia," he said placing the bandage back on her leg, then looking up at her. "I am your safe place Olivia. You can tell me anything," he said softly. As he was getting off the bed her eyes went wide and frantic, thinking that he was leaving her. "Calm down," he whispered. "I am just going to go and run you a bath, I know you hate feeling sticky from sweat."

"Okay," she said in a relieved sigh, chewing her lip she grabbed his hand and allowed him to pull her up. He knew how she didn't like being alone and she was grateful that he knew that. When he first showed up at the hospital she flipped, kicking him out, throwing things at him, blaming him for her getting kidnapped.

For the first week it was all Brian who took care of her, she was surprised to see how well he handled it. He managed to do everything that she wanted him to, till he let it slip that it was really Elliot doing all the things he was. Elliot was the one telling him what food she liked to eat, how she liked her pillows, he favorite brand of water.

After hearing that she let Elliot in, and with Elliot in Brian was out. It was a lot to deal with in a week, but then she discovered that while she was down she went into kidney failure, and of course; it was Elliot that gave her one.

As she thought about it she ran her finger over the small scar on her lower stomach. She watched as he felt the water making sure it wasn't to hot or to cold, she had no idea what she would have done had he not returned. She feared she would have quit, given up. He was all that she thought of as Lewis raped her, beat her, burned her. He is what kept her going.

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